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Bits and Pieces From an Upcoming Micro Fiction Book.

  • 0 The Vacant Hallway: Part 01

    Image by Mihai Lazar The drive to that long-vacant house had been long. Now, standing in the hallway, jaws clenched, memories flooding back, goose pimples on his arms, he struggled to control his breath, pulse, and the visions in his head. As the years rolled by, he'd kept the power connected and paid the water bill.  He needed the house he hated and the memories he didn't want.  It was who he was, what he was, what he'd always be. He saw it all, heard it all, and relived every minute of it, right there in that hallway. Within minutes, lips quivering and eyes fluttering, he knew the time had come. He'd have to turn around and face the four-hour drive. It was time to kill again.

  • 0 Barefoot After Midnight

    Image by Akshay Chauhan  The first time I saw her was at three o’clock in the morning, inside a twenty-four-hour grocery store, as she stood in the wine section, barefoot - and alone.  Other than the smiling hippie running the cash register, the place was deserted. In such a situation, most men, I’m sure, would have seen an opportunity for some adventure. I harbored no such thoughts. Being the gentleman I am, with no ulterior motive whatsoever, I approached her to offer my assistance.  A barefoot woman, inside a twenty-four-hour grocery store, at three o’clock in the morning. What could go wrong?

  • 0 Dr. Placebo by Nkosi Moyo

    Dr. Placebo clearly understood that there were those who could view him as evil. In his mind, however, he wasn’t necessarily evil. Honest with himself, he never denied that his past was riddled with stolen moments, cherished times and shameless deception. As he saw it, it was all for the good of his clientele. Such was the life he’d chosen. His mind went over the many clients who’d come to him with their lives in shreds and feeling hopeless, despondent and at times suicidal. He thought about how he’d entered their worlds and helped them pick up the pieces. There was no way he couldn’t feel justified – even good – about the impact he had on their lives.   Buy Now From Amazon

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